Aunty Rose: Voyeur Eyes Only?

Rose was her name; my next door neighbour. She’d been friends with my parents and had even come over to our house during the summer to enjoy our pool. I’d seen her in her bikini – all bouncing boobs and smooth, tanned skin. To my eighteen-year-old eyes, she was a goddess.

They’d been good friends, the three of them,; often spending summer nights drinking and talking and laughing out in the garden.

That was before she had fucked my dad.

The lucky bastard.

After that, she wasn’t invited to anything.

It broke my mum. My dad had cheated before, everyone knew that. But never had it been with someone she knew. It had been faceless secretaries and personal assistants at work; not someone who had been invited into the family home.

It had left a special kind of sadness, and that betrayal had been the final straw.

Our family was reduced to rubble after she kicked Dad out. But the act of kicking him out seemed to start the recovery. I still heard the crying sometimes but the house was a more stable, happy environment, which made me feel all the more guilty for what happened.

Like father, like son, as they say.

My bedroom is at the back of the house, and although it faces onto the garden, the window also affords a more interesting view into Rose’s back bedroom. I didn’t understand why she chose to sleep in that back bedroom, rather than the larger front room – but I was grateful that she did.

It was a warm night when I heard her. My window was open and so was hers. When they were like that, it was almost as if the sounds from her bedroom were being funnelled straight into my bedroom and into my consciousness.

My door was ajar but I knew enough to push it closed before I went to investigate. Closing the door wasn’t so much to contain the sound, rather it was to stop me from being suddenly illuminated should my step-sister decide to unexpectedly switch on the landing light.

From my bed, I’d been able to hear faint voices talking and laughing.

From the window, I could see straight into Rose’s bedroom, although there was nothing to see in there – yet. The voices were drifting up from her garden and I could vaguely see two silhouettes in the darkness. Although I couldn’t hear the words, the voices were both high pitched – women’s voices - which made what I saw next all the more intriguing. It appeared that they were embracing; hugging and then kissing and touching.

I listened closely and as the minutes passed. I was sure that I could hear faint moaning: the kind of moaning that a woman makes when someone is rubbing between her legs. It was enough to make my cock hard – and my cock was soon aching enough for me to need to stroke it.

I strained as best I could to see what was going on – but the design of the garden meant there was no opportunity to explain what I could hear. What I could hear was enough to fuel my imagination – not that what was in my head was imagined, given that Rose was careless with her curtains.

I’d watched her masturbate.

I’d watched her have sex with both men and women… sometimes at the same time, often in combinations which would make a porn star blush.

Going back to bed, I wrestled with my memories and my cock, coming close to making it spurt as I added flesh to the sounds I’d heard.

My bedroom was flooded with a familiar light: Rose’s bedroom light was on and her curtains were open. I commando-crawled to my window, hoping to catch a glimpse of my 'cheating slut of a neighbour', as my mother now called her.

With the curtains open and the light on, the view was better than Blu-ray. I watched as Rose skipped lightly round the bed, plumping the pillows as she went. She checked herself in the mirror and undid the top two buttons of her blouse and adjusted her cleavage.

There was a squirt of perfume.

I knew her routine well enough to know that she was preparing her boudoir and herself for a ‘special’ guest.

My hand was pulling harshly on my cock as my eyes gobbled-up the view. Watching Rose in the privacy of her own bedroom was always enough to get me off, no matter what she was doing.

The added guilt from what she’d done to my family only seemed to make the orgasms all the sweeter as I added to my mother’s betrayal.

However, I was in for a shock. As I watched with my hand stroking back and forth to prepare the base of a powerful orgasm, my step-sister walked into the bedroom.

Not my bedroom, you understand. Rose’s bedroom.

My hand stopped and my mouth fell open. What the fuck was Angela doing in the neighbour’s bedroom?

It was clear that Rose had been expecting Angela in her room.

And then they came together, softly and tenderly… and they started making out.

A part of me wanted to shout out, or even go over there and kick some ass: first Rose had fucked my dad, now she was making out with my deranged, demonic step-sister.

Tina was a proper sister.

A blood sister.

Someone to care about and love.

Angela was… Angela was evil.

Shock kept me frozen in my hiding spot, watching and listening. At first, I couldn’t believe what was happening. But then I began to think that it was my duty to see what happened.

Yes, a duty.

Report back.

I watched the horror show, going blind to the fact that one of the women was my step-sister; as the clothes fell away and the angles changed, I saw only two women making out.

Tits and legs; hands exploring… and eventually, the familiar moans.

Rose was going to come. My cock was so accustomed to getting pleasured when Rose made those sounds that it demanded to be touched.

Demanded.

And I couldn’t resist doing the thing which needed to be done.

Rising to my knees, I masturbated as I watched my step-sister lie on the bed between Rose’s spread legs. I could see her hands on Rose’s thighs… which meant it was Angela’s mouth causing Rose to make those noises.

Like… "Oh My fucking God!"

Rose’s breasts were magnificent, although it was hard to concentrate on them properly with my step-sister down there.

I reached for the tissues as my cock threatened to explode. What I was witnessing was beyond shocking – but there were Rose’s bare breasts rising and falling with her pre-orgasmic gasps. She was going to come any second and I couldn’t let this opportunity pass.

I quickened the pace of my strokes and readied the tissues.

That was when Rose looked at me and smiled. I watched, open mouthed, as she simply stared at me. No longer could I hear her gasps of pleasure; all I could hear was the sound of my own heavy breathing.

Rose had known I was watching her. What kind of woman was she?

I turned away, trying not to watch as I heard sexy gasps followed by the sound of slapping flesh. Then Rose let out a long sigh. It was louder than any other sound I had ever heard and I couldn’t help it: I needed to know what would make that woman sigh like that.

I peeked into my neighbour’s bedroom.

Rose was staring back, squeezing her tits for my benefit as she rode my step-sister’s face. She made the universal sign for me to stand up… and stand I did, opening up a perverted panorama for each of us.

Rose saw my cock… and I saw everything. Or so I thought.

What followed was a demonstration of the finer points of my step-sister’s body. Rose pulled on her nipples, spread her thighs… and then her labia. Her gaze never left my eyes but she indicated exactly what she wanted me to do with my cock… where she thought it should go.

Despite my revulsion at the idea, my hand became a blur of motion.

Rose wriggled her hips and her moans got louder. My cock was on familiar territory and seemed to get even harder and more desperate; desperate to explode but also desperate to hold on to see what would happen next.

Rose seemed to realise that I was holding back… and seemed determined to give me an irresistible sight.

The image that Rose offered has been branded deep into my brain: Rose’s bare bottom high in the air, facing me… offered to me as she worked away between Angela’s legs. I watched in amazement as Rose slid a hand back between her legs, and rather than rub herself, she used her fingers to spread her labia, giving me the ultimate display.

I imagined being there, pushing my eager cock inside her; perhaps holding those hips as I slammed into her soft wetness. Or reaching under her body to squeeze those wonderful breasts.

It was time to come.

No tissues this time; not worrying about spilling my seed.

I found a delicious rhythm; varying the stroke to amplify the sensations taking hold of my cock and growing deeper in my groin. I was going to erupt as I watched this amazing show: my slutty neighbour’s bum waving in the air as she gave my step-sister oral sex.

As Rose sucked on Angela’s pussy, I imagined driving my cock harder and faster into Rose's pussy. I imagined grabbing her ass; imagined pulling her hips so that her bum squashed against me as my cock sank fully inside her.

"That's it," Angela moaned. "That's it!" By now, I didn't care that it was Angela over there. Under there. They weren’t just lesbians having sex; Angela’s voice was evidence of that.

But I was too far gone to care.

"Make me come!" Angela screamed. "Don't stop!"

The grunting became deeper and was accompanied by a wet fleshy noise.

"Come for me, bitch! As I come all over your face!" Rose shouted.

Oh fuck!

I came, imagining myself doing that very thing. My head swam as I heard Angela yelling profanities. My body curled up as my cock jumped in the darkness. Wet heat splashed up my belly and oozed over my gripping hand as my heart pounded against my chest.

That was a lie. I did care, as it sounded as though she had come with as much intensity as I had come; maybe more.

Was that why my dad had cheated?

My hand was moving faster again; my cock not quite fully hard but hard enough. In my mind, I was pumping Rose’s pussy; maybe reaching round to rub her clitoris as I fucked her. In and out of her pussy, my hand flashing up and down my cum-slippery cock.

It felt fucking amazing.

And even more amazing as I watched a dazed-looking Angela sit up as though rising from the dead.

She peered through my bedroom window.

Saw me.

Saw what I was doing.

And smiled.

Smiled.

I came again with the intensity of Angela’s imagined orgasm, growling as the pleasure sucked the energy from my bones and launched my spunk against the window.

It was too late to hide, so I just stood there as Rose and Angela approached their window.

Spunk was still leaking from my slippery cock as they looked straight at me. How much could they see?

I looked down to find that my body was highlighted by the light spilling from Rose’s room, except for the smeary shadows where my spunk had painted the window. I was unable to move as my neighbour and step-sister quietly discussed the finer points of…something. Whatever it was ended with a double-nod of agreement.

Were they impressed? Did they want me to join them?

Angela moved away from the window. Rose winked after she pulled the window closed, smiled sweetly and gave me a sexy, finger-wriggling wave. The curtains closed with a flourish, sealing my world off from what was happening in the bedroom next door.

Stunned, I watched until the lights went out. Only then did I clear up my mess and crawl into bed. I was so horny/disgusted after what I had just seen that my cock rose again.

As the glow of another tremendous orgasm faded, I tried to unpick the significance of what I’d seen.

What the hell was going on with my neighbour and my family?

And would I be next?

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